Oh! I wish if I could take a look back and walk down the same street! No, not to undo stuffs I did or say. Just to relieve those moments, observe a bit more closely only if I could find answers to the many questions spilled around.
There comes this stage in life in everyone's life, I guess. I'm at a stage where I realize I am in the metaphorical bubble since ages and still feel like a stranger. I'm yet to figure out a pile of things and maybe more. Or possibly, I am yet to recognize my-self. I've always ignored the questions that kept coming to me maybe because I was afraid that I might not have answers to it. The society keeps questioning & there's always a big WHY in each. How do I tell them that I myself don't know the answer. I am at a stage where I've lots to do yet something is stopping me. I am not sure of anything I do, think or speak. How can I be when once I even doubted if it's alphabet U that comes after T and most of the time confuses with how weird (or wierd) is spelt, that's Weird, isn't it? Billions or trillions of thoughts cross my mind every single day. I regret a few things. I admire a few decisions. I aspire to do many things. I am afraid of the unknown that is ahead me. I am excited about the surprises saved in the deep dark. People whom I have known since ages are leaving. I miss people. I do not care to go behind them or stop them. No, it's not my ego. Maybe, I am tired and messed up with thousand other priorities lying around me. I feel lonely too. I wish if they were here, not to help me out or clean up my mess. Just for that one hug or a pat on my back, simply for the sake of assurance that they're here. Many of them have started of with a new phase. I am happy for them. It's just that I am so lost in my numbers and names that I don't reach out to them. But I still try to. You know, I don't want to be selfish! A few of them try to reach out to me. I feel great. A few don't even care about my existence anymore. And I do feel bad.
All I could hear is the clock ticking and all I could feel is the fear and excitement wrapped in a perplexed chocolate wrapper that makes that crackling sound with the slightest of external disturbances. Ops! Do you feel like having one?
There comes this stage in life in everyone's life, I guess. I'm at a stage where I realize I am in the metaphorical bubble since ages and still feel like a stranger. I'm yet to figure out a pile of things and maybe more. Or possibly, I am yet to recognize my-self. I've always ignored the questions that kept coming to me maybe because I was afraid that I might not have answers to it. The society keeps questioning & there's always a big WHY in each. How do I tell them that I myself don't know the answer. I am at a stage where I've lots to do yet something is stopping me. I am not sure of anything I do, think or speak. How can I be when once I even doubted if it's alphabet U that comes after T and most of the time confuses with how weird (or wierd) is spelt, that's Weird, isn't it? Billions or trillions of thoughts cross my mind every single day. I regret a few things. I admire a few decisions. I aspire to do many things. I am afraid of the unknown that is ahead me. I am excited about the surprises saved in the deep dark. People whom I have known since ages are leaving. I miss people. I do not care to go behind them or stop them. No, it's not my ego. Maybe, I am tired and messed up with thousand other priorities lying around me. I feel lonely too. I wish if they were here, not to help me out or clean up my mess. Just for that one hug or a pat on my back, simply for the sake of assurance that they're here. Many of them have started of with a new phase. I am happy for them. It's just that I am so lost in my numbers and names that I don't reach out to them. But I still try to. You know, I don't want to be selfish! A few of them try to reach out to me. I feel great. A few don't even care about my existence anymore. And I do feel bad.
All I could hear is the clock ticking and all I could feel is the fear and excitement wrapped in a perplexed chocolate wrapper that makes that crackling sound with the slightest of external disturbances. Ops! Do you feel like having one?
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